tough guy

That’s ironic, I’m not too fond of you calling me blondie. But I’ll overlook it considering you and I appear to be one in the same. You’re not bad. 

{ What the fuck? } I, uh, borrowed something. Without asking. Typical bad boy stuff. But hey, I'm pretty sure I never called you nothin'. { Shit, did I say that out loud? Maybe I lost it in that fucking room after all. }

Such a bad boy. I’ve gotten in my fair share of trouble since my arrival, so it looks like you and I have been in the same boat.

{ I like it when you call me bad boy, Blondie. } They stick you in that god damn white room too? { Ha. Fuck. } I'm, uh, sorry if I, like, left any blood or whatever on the walls. It was boring as shit in there.

But why would you do that?

Because it was friggin' cool and they had like five of them?

"I really doubt that. Do you think they’ll just let us go when we’re done here? Even if we are free, it will never be like it was before. Someone will always be watching. I wouldn’t put it past them to implant someone in our lives just to keep tabs on us."

Shit, you really think so? That's terrifying.

Yeah? You’re not doing so good.

You're talking, aren't you?

One they’ve tasted Caviar, it baffles me how people settle for catfish. 

Who's settling? Catfish is fucking de-lish.

Yeah, well — I can deal with it.

I believe it. You seem like a tough girl. Hey, what's your name?

"Oh, these?" She grinned at him and wriggled a shoe-clad foot in his direction. "Thanks. I like yours too."

He scoffs. "Yeah? I'm glad you approve. They're old as fuck."

Sorry, did you say something? I was lost in my thoughts.

I said I like your shoes.

"Okay. Good. Now that the morally unappealing, white elephant is out of the room… Seven years? Wow. Gotta say that’s impressive. Is she here too?"

Nah. Matthers said her powers had 'no practical military applications' and she's 'psychologically unsound' and, um 'twenty-six'. That last one's true, though.

"Money and drugs— I’m all onboard. But using my powers to get laid is called rape. No thanks. My moral alignment is chaotic good, man. Now I’m curious about your life choices before you got camped." 

Shit. I've made some questionable life choices, sure, but I'm not a fucking rapist. I've been with the same girl for -jesus fuck- seven years now. And if anything she's the aggressive one. 

"I think I’d give just about anything for that normal life. I had it, once. It was nice. Simple."

You can still have a simple life, you know. If that's really what you want. When this is all over you could shack up with some human and be boring forever. 

"It’s The American Dream. Just don’t expect me to cook; I’ll burn everything, including the house."

Fuck it, burn it down. Normal sucks and I bet it'd be real pretty.